As the angels cry

I miss my papaw but it was his time

I visited your grave today,

It makes it that much more real,

It makes me realize your really gone,

 

It started to rain,

as the angels started to cry,

then I realize they where not alone,

as they where crying,

so was I,

 

My papaw so dear,

you chased away all my fears,

When you went away,

I begged for you to stay,

Then the angels cryed,

as did I,

they wellcomed you with arms opened wide,

 

We layed you to rest upon that hill,

I wanted you back,

I was selfish still,

the angels cryed,

as did I,

For I realized,

it was God's will,

 

So here I stand,

as the angels cry,

so do I

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

Whats important is not how we die but the lives we touch while we live. The legacy left behind will never die.Thats why i think that it is so vital that we be kind to those who have made such a big difference in our lives. we only get one chance ...life is way too short. I think that this poem was exceptionally constructed. There was rhyme in just the right spots and heartfelt emotion through out. I loved it !